Right now I am surrounded by half a dozen fluffy pillows on my all white bed, wearing my husband's favorite t-shirt and over-sized "Beats" headphones that he left behind, zoning in and out of reality as I listen to my Justin Timberlake/Michael Jackson mix and feeling content.
Ahhh, yes. This is my happy place.
I have exactly one week until I get to see Chris again. By that time it will have been two months. TWO MONTHS since I have seen that face. I can't believe I am still alive at this point. Yes, I am proudly codependent. In a good way. I can't function without his goofy laugh.
So, the countdown is on. It. is. on. Seven days until I fly to Texas to watch that guy graduate from basic training. It will be a sweet, sweet reunion. Until then, I will be co-hosting (with my sisters) my extended family's annual reunion down here in Arizona for the first time. That will keep me preeeetty busy until my countdown is complete. Happy 'bout it.